Chant For Eschaton 2000

Fly high my black eagle Let golden thread bind our eyes May our minds and hearts blood unite On your wings carry me over the abyss Beyond the reason and across the burning seas Then, with your claw tear the earth And usher me into the secrets of her bowels Down to the light of the beginning and the end which shimmers Circle round and round, my black eagle Let our senses be touched by ultimate pleasure May the passion of hunting become all-devouring Slash with your beak Remove all gods from my way, and thoughts, and sorrows And let me trespass the barriers of fear Scream! The whole cosmos tremble May echoes become my sweetest mantra Spirit of freedom! Eternal wanderer! Joyful solitude! Higher and higher towards the stars of awareness Let worlds of imagination and fact become one When I'm you and you are me